Angelus

Heavy tongue of an olden bell,
Wags and lets out a might yell;
Announcing the death of the day,
Calling back souls that go astray.

Humble lumps of clay big and small,
Stand motionless and heed the call;
A prayer from each heart's set free,
with every lonely toll from the old belfry.




by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento